i sit in the middle of a crowd.
a droning crowd.
funny how the words are indistinguishable.
but the mood is consistent. somehow a single coloured mood - one of those composite, vague colours that contain a bit of everything.
everyone wants to be heard - every voice, with something to share.
how did 300 people find something interesting to say? or was that not a prerequisite?
they vent, they whine, they share their dreams, and equally significantly, the details of last night's dinner.
as if anybody's listening.
a crowd of people in denial.
it would be funny, if it weren't so heart-wrenching and pathetic.
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